Robert Louis Stevenson
Robert Louis Stevenson
Robert Louis Balfour Stevensonwas a Scottish novelist, poet, essayist, and travel writer. His most famous works are Treasure Island, Kidnapped, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde and A Child's Garden of Verses...
NationalityScottish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth13 November 1850
night sky tea
My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky; It's time to take the window to see Leerie going by; For every night at tea-time and before you take your seat, With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up the street.
children thinking swings
How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do!
children rivers littles
Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore.
views speak minutes
Nobody speaks of a beautifful view for 5 minutes
believe opposites
Everything is true; only the opposite is true too; you must believe both equally or be damned.
smell green bows
One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal Green - one more, and my bosom Feels new life with an ecstasy.
believe people maps
I am told there are people who do not care for maps, and I find it hard to believe.
hands argument cowardice
They say cowardice is infectious; but then argument is, on the other hand, a great emboldener;
easy quarrels
A hanging in a good quarrel is an easy death they say, though I could never hear of any that came back to say so.
art real men
I never drew a picture of anything that was before me but always from fancy, a sure sign of the absence of artistic eyesight; and I illustrated my lack of real feeling for art by a very early speech: 'Mama,' said I, 'I have drawed a man. Shall I draw his soul now?
children men play
Fiction is to grown men what play is to the child.
beautiful long looks
When we look in to the long avenue of the future, and see the good there is for each one of us to do, we realize, after all, what a beautiful thing it is to work, and to live, and to be happy.
art men paper
There is but one art, to omit! Oh, if I knew how to omit I would ask no other knowledge. A man who knows how to omit would make an Iliad of a daily paper.
song fall men
Bright is the ring of words When the right man rings them, Fair the fall of songs When the singer sings them. Still they are carolled and said - On wings they are carried - After the singer is dead And the maker buried.